On Kraken Square

It was the male maid from earlier, the same frightened boy, only this time "out" of uniform and covered up in outdoor clothing, disheveled, with a mass of unruly curls escaping from under his woolly hat. Charlotte jerked up to glare at him in surprised rage, and he shrank back instinctively, but ultimately stood his ground. He had followed her all this way of his own volition, and would bravely pursue his quest until struck down in battle. Deep down inside, a **** pulled him to be near this strange choleric woman, a **** promising rewards equal parts nebulous and irresistible.

"What are you doing? Did I forget to pay something or..?"

"No no," he said, "Um, I'm on break, it's a part time thing so..."

"Fuck - " Charlotte swore, then faltered, her memory juxtaposing the maid as he appeared now and her last interaction with him, the way his cock had almost instantly begun to swell the moment she'd laid eyes on it. It pleased her, against her better judgement, she couldn't not enjoy seeing that effect of hers on another person. "Fuck it," she said, "Not another word. I know what you want. Come here, eat me out."

"Huh?"

"That's right, I accept your candidacy. You can get on your knees, hide under here and eat my pussy."

He opened his mouth, a tiny smile curving, "Really? I can - ?"

"Like, now!" she snapped, and held up her phone, "Busy. I'm being very indulgent with you, rat-bag, now drop before I change my mind."

The boy dropped and crawled forward mumbling "Oh,OK..." but Charlotte shouted that he be quiet. She pulled the cloak up from the bottom edges, and opened her legs. There was easily enough material to hide him utterly from view, at which point she released it and allowed herself a small instant of panic. The tremor that shook her body as she wondered whether this was really a good idea coincided with first contact. A mouth sealed itself on her pussy lips, and began administering bliss, with rapidly improving skill. The servant must be gaining a little confidence. It would hurt her concentration.

"Make it last," she commanded, "You're not to make me cum until I say so."

There was no answer, but the response was immediate. Each lick on her cunt widened and slowed to a gentle tease. Charlotte was able to think a little easier. She pressed her thumb on the green virtual button, and her phone started beeping the outgoing call sound. Within the same second, there was a click as somebody picked up on the other end, and a voice spoke in her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Frank, it's Charlotte, your cousin."

"Charlotte," the voice repeated.

"You remember don't you?" she said, "From when we were kids. Mother used to bring me over every weekend..."

"Yes, I know who you are," he said. "Hi, um, Charly. It's been a while. I thought your dad wiped us from your contacts after that holiday at the Mare Erythraeum. Do you no longer live in Lacus Solis?"

"I do still live there, with father. But I'm here, in the City. He can't do shit about who I talk to while I'm out of his craw. And indeed the top of my to-do list was to catch up with your lot. After all this time..."

"Mum set you up to this, didn't she?"

Charlotte gasped. At the same moment her servant began to get a tiny bit carried away. He played with her clit and sent her a small package of pleasure. She whimpered.

"Don't worry," Frank said, slowly. It was clear he'd heard her. "You're only the eighth hound she summoned after me."

She snapped her legs tightly together, squashing the boy below between her thighs, not in a pleasant way. He squirmed but could not pull away. When she released the pressure, he resumed his task as before, the meaning of his punishment apparently internalized.

"Yes, it was Evie," she sighed, feeling her cheeks heat up. With the conversation thus slightly derailed she switched gears. "Look, do me a favour and give me something to shut her up. I shouldn't be involved in family nonsense, I don't want the hassle of having to tell lies all the time from the first day that I'm in town. Besides which I have other things to do this week. Sort yourself out and we'll both be safe from her nagging. I don't remember her being like this? What happened to change her so, so very much?"

"Oh," Frank said, "I didn't consider your angle... Why are you here in the first place? You must have arrived recently - did you have trouble with the Mag-Lev?"

This was promising. She thought he was responding well to her hints and clues, although he skipped the obvious one about Mrs Oliver. "I had to take an overground train," she said, "Arrived yesterday, early afternoon. I should be in a linguistics conference at Denkir University, but I can't be bothered..."

"Hey, me too! But all the lessons are cancelled because - Ow!"

Punches rained on the unfortunate cunt-licker, and even with so much cloth dampening the blows, it was easily painful enough to knock the breath from his lungs, so he fell silent once again. Several agonizing seconds went by, but no further order was spoken, so he returned to his sacred task.

"Charlotte?" Frank asked at last. He could hear someone panting. "Are you alright? Who was that?"

"Nothing," she answered between breathes, before contradicting herself. "No, scratch that, not nothing. It's an idiot. I have an idiot between my legs, one to whom I have repeatedly intimated that he should refrain absolutely from using his pathetic little voice-box. I promise that I will rip it from his throat at the next offense. Sorry Frank, I'm sorry you had to hear this disgraceful display of disobedience."

"You have an idiot between your legs."

"I'm out in public, Frank, right out in the open. It's not my fault if there's no quality control in the City, is it?"

"No, I suppose not."

In the distance, a small breach in the otherwise endless cloud sheet in the sky opened, and the orange sun shone through just a bit. The light fell on Charlotte's cheeks and her blush got so bad it felt like her face was on fire. If only the ice had melted sooner and compelled her to seek a properly private location, this might not have spiraled so far out of hand. But then, out of the blue, after neither had spoken for the better part of a minute, Frank gave in.

He sighed, "I capitulate. Tell Mum I'm staying out in old town, a nice tavern. She'd never find it anyway. Tell her there's plenty of girls to keep me busy. And tell her that when she pulls her head out of her arse and gives me a good reason to come back, I'll have some extra skills to please her with. That's all you're getting."

"That's a start..." she said. "That's great, actually. All done. I'm out of your hair for now. Please call back when everything is normal again - well, I mean, when you've dealt with your family problems. It'd be nice to have a casual, um, completely normal chat some time, before I get away... um, see you soon. Bye!"

Charlotte shoved the phone deep in her pocket before her cousin could answer. Her focus was too frayed to keep on. She could always check on him later. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to speak the final command.

"All right, my rat," she said, "Do it. Make me cum. And drink it all up or there'll be hell to pay. I bought this cloak brand new today."

The boy's endurance was remarkable. After all this time on his knees, hands holding his weight on the cold, frozen stone steps beneath the statue, he still had the strength to kick up the intensity of his tongue work on demand. He unleashed fully what his initial overeager efforts had hinted at, and soon had Charlotte bucking her hips against his face. Far above, Sol was smothered once more by the clouds, but the light drained from the world was compensated in the heat of raw lust washing outwards from Charlotte's core, shielding her from the cold. Only a soft moan escaped her as she came, but the servant heard it, and knew. He eased the kiss on his mistress, and waited for her to float back to her senses. When she spoke, he was ready.

"Come out from under there."

He crawled backwards slowly, grunting. His limbs were stiff and ached all over, and he wobbled on the way up to his feet.

"You did well," Charlotte commented.

"I liked that," he said, and gave her a small smile. His unkemptness was tenfold compared to his earlier appearance, but worn out and shaken, he looked like it was the happiest day of his life. "I liked all of it," he concluded.

"Splendid," she said, "_Now _fuck off... Who are you?" She jumped off the steps, eyes widening. The maid swung round to see what she was seeing, and met a balled fist. It slammed into his cheek with all the **** of the creature it belonged to in addition his own momentum from turning on the spot. Head twisting sideways, he collapsed and moved no more.

Six hulking figures stood all around, their black fur coats making them look like a pack of bears, absurd though that would be. Ice cracked audibly under their feet, betraying an immense amount of weight for humanoids. All but one wore hoods obscuring their faces. He was the second tallest of the lot, and the one who had thrown the punch. Two black holes the size of tennis balls made the bulk of his chalk-white face, and the teeth in his leering grin numbered two and a half giant canines, over an inch long each.

"Hello, Charlotte," this monster said, "Care to join us?"